The Still CEO: Forged Succession

Chapter 6 - Nea Villatoro

...........

Chase

...........

"Chase…I-I," Liv stammers, stepping out of the car, and I feel myself trembling in fear, looking into her eyes filled with emotions I can’t describe. Thoughts of what if I moved too fast flood my mind. What if she doesn’t just need time but freaks out completely? What if I ruined things? My heart starts beating faster and faster, but just then, just as my mind starts to get hazy, a shaky "yes" pierces through the fog.

"Yes, I will marry you," she says, and I spring to my feet and pull her into a kiss that lets her know just how happy she’s just made me before picking her up and twirling her around, making her laugh while tears trail down her cheeks.

"I love you so much," I tell her as I carefully set her on the ground, and she presses her lips to mine in a kiss that sets my whole body on fire. I return the kiss with equal fervor, but at that moment she pulls back, takes a step backward, and unbuttons her dress.

She slides inside the car before spreading her legs and I shudder at the feel of my blood flowing to my c**k at the speed of light and filling me with a primal hunger that only she can satisfy.

In a flash, I surrender to her command, and my lips collide with hers in a kiss that elicits a moan from her sweet lips as her hands fumble with my belt before she turns us around and pushes me onto the seat.

Our lips meet again, her fingers intertwining in my hair as she straddles me while my hands begin to undo the remaining buttons. The dress bunches at her waist, and a loud moan escapes her lips, her back arching seemingly of its own accord as I take her rock-hard n*****s into my mouth.

Our breathing gets heavier and heavier as she pulls down my pants, causing me to lift my hips as our lips join in another fiery kiss.

But soon my lips leave hers, and the back of my head collides with the headrest as she lowers herself onto my throbbing c**k, coaxing a loud grunt from my lips as her p***y sucks me in deeper before she begins to move.

My hands move to her ass and guide her as she grinds and bounces possessedly on my c**k. The car rocks, our front yard filling with moans and grunts as the world and everything in it disappears, leaving only the woman who has become my world and I on the brink of insanity.

"I lo-ve you," I breathe as her arms go around my neck, her body starting to quake and she tells me she loves me too.

.

.

.........

Kyra

........

"Why? I mean, I know I didn’t know him, but why would he kill himself? What could have happened to him to make him feel like he had nothing to live for?" I whisper, sobbing in my mother’s arms, shattered for my baby, and she tells me she is sorry. "Maybe if I had told him about Kay. Maybe if I had listened to you and told him he had a son," I add, but my mother stops me.

She asks me not to do that to myself, adding that I didn’t know what demons Kayden was facing, and no one knows if finding out about Kayden would have helped. She says it’s clear he was troubled, and maybe keeping Kay away from him was the best.

"I know he was Kay’s father, and it's heartbreaking that they will never meet, but it’s as you said, sweetheart, you didn’t know that man, and you don’t know what inviting him into your life or Kay’s life would have led to," she says, and I know she’s right. Kayden was a stranger to me. He fathered my baby, but he was still a stranger whom I knew nothing about except what I read in the tabloids.

Five years ago, I met a girl named Kyra Sultan. She was new at our school, like I was, and she was also reserved like I was, so it wasn’t hard to become friends.

She suffered from metastatic pancreatic cancer, and six months later, she got sick. Around that time, I learned that the woman I knew as her mother was not her mother. She was adopted. The woman worked at the orphanage where Kyra’s mother left her. She was supposed to put her in line for possible adoption like the other kids, but Maria Sultan, the woman who adopted her, couldn't and adopted Kyra herself.

Kyra’s biological mother was a billionairess named Meagan McCarthy. She gave Kyra away and never looked back, and while Kyra was being raised by a single mother who struggled to make ends meet, she was out there living her life like nothing happened.

Six months after Kyra’s condition got worse, she succumbed to the illness, and I was devastated the day I went to check on her and learned of her death. I was staying in an apartment three houses down from where she lived.

My father is an attorney, and he cheated on my mother when she was pregnant with me. He and my mother started dating in high school. My mother’s parents were religious people, and when she fell pregnant, they disowned her, and that’s when she moved in with my father.

She gave birth and raised the child while my father continued with his studies for a better future for the two of them. My brother was a special needs child, so he took all my mother's time, and she had to drop out of school altogether. My father worked and provided for them while studying.

My brother, unfortunately, died shortly after my parents got married. They were only married for seven months when my mother started noticing some changes in my dad and eventually discovered that he was cheating. When my mother confronted him about it he never denied it and a few days later he kicked her out and moved the woman he cheated with into the house.

Mom tried to get jobs, but she kept getting fired because she had developed a drinking problem. She told me she never fell apart when my father kicked her out. She only did so when he stripped her of everything. My mom was a stay-at-home mom. My dad was the sole provider, and when they got divorced, he took everything from my mom, even though she had me, and taking everything away from her meant not being able to provide for me.

She told Mom that if she wanted him to provide for me, then she must leave me behind, and Mom couldn’t do that. She told me she tried taking him to court, but her cases kept getting dismissed, and at some point, she started getting depressed and falling into alcohol as an escape.

Mom went to live with her sister, who was married to a man who owned a club, or at least that's what she thought until she found out that it was also a brothel. My uncle gave Mom work in the club as a waitress, but one night when he and Mom were closing, he forced himself on my mother.

He apologized afterward, and because Mom didn’t want to hurt her sister, she never told her. Instead, she moved out, and we moved into a shelter. My aunt wasn’t happy with us living in a shelter, and she kept asking Mom to come back and asking her husband to speak to Mom when Mom refused. He did, begging Mom to come back, and because the shelter was no place to raise a child and Mom was still battling with her drinking problem, she went back.

She also started working at the club again, and this time, she wasn’t just waitressing. She was also working as an escort. I only found out when I was fifteen that that was what she did.

The club is also where I learned to dance. I used to go there and practice with the ladies who worked there. Mom moved out of my aunt’s place when I was two and we stayed in our own little apartment.

Right after I found out what mom really did for a living, the club was sold. My aunt and uncle were moving, and they sold the club to someone else.

My mother worked for that person, and that’s when things started to change. She started coming home with bruises on her face and body, and I later found out from the other ladies in the club that the owner was part of a mafia syndicate, and it was some of his friends who were doing that.

When Kyra died, that was the type of situation I was in. Mom was also now staying in the club, and I was staying alone in the apartment. When I went to see her to tell her about Kyra, I found her black and blue, and I was shattered. When I went back to the apartment, I couldn’t even sleep; all I could think of was how I could get her out of there.

I put on the TV to try and distract myself because I felt like I was losing my mind, and just as I sat back down, I saw her. I saw Meagan McCarthy being interviewed in a fashion show, and she was about to attend a charity event in my city.

A crazy idea came to mind. Kyra had told me that she had never seen her. The last time she saw her, she was a baby. So, I snuck past the security at the event and told her she was my mother. I said all the things that I had learned from Kyra to prove that I was indeed her child. I told her I didn’t want any love from her, but I was homeless and needed a place to stay. She was shocked, not having expected to be confronted by that, and she tried to have me thrown out, but I warned her that I had already gotten in touch with a tabloid and threatened to release our story if she didn’t help me.

Before going to her, I had gone to Kyra’s place and stolen her hair brush. Her mom hadn’t cleaned her room yet. I acted as though I was plucking the hair out of my own head, even though I had it hanging over my ear and I left it there for her.

I told her to do a test if she didn’t believe me because I knew she wouldn’t just take my word for it. With the hair, I left my address, and two weeks later a man came knocking on my door.

She was outside waiting in a car, and she still had no interest in being a mother. She simply asked me what I wanted, and I told her again what I told her that day. She bought me a house, and the following year she got me into one of the prestigious universities, where I attended with the likes of Chase Kingsley. I moved my mother with me, and I never had to worry about her being there because Meagan went about with her life, and I never saw her again. My allowance came through every month, and the university was paid on time. When Mom asked me where I had gotten the money, I told her I had a sponsor.

All was well until two years later when Maria caused a scene at a mall after spotting Meagan, screaming at her about how evil she was for not caring even after she had told her that Kyra was sick and she had asked for her in her last moments.

The jig was up, and my mother and I were awoken by a loud knock in the middle of the night. Meagan was with her bodyguards, and they threw us out of the house in the middle of the night, but not before threatening to hunt us down and kill us if we breathed a word about her secret. It was also the reason she didn’t have me arrested. She didn’t want people to find out about Kyra because she had already denied it after the showdown at the mall.

Mom and I were back on the streets with nothing, and Mom suggested that we go back downtown so that she could get her job back at the club. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t know what else we were going to do. I had made so many plans, and I had sort of planned our lives around this fake identity.

Mom spoke to Vince, who owned the club, asking him to let her move back into her quarters, and he did. I was now nineteen, and he offered me a job as one of his girls, but my mother didn’t want that. However, I didn’t want to drop out, and I didn’t want to be there for long, so I asked him for a dancing job instead behind my mother’s back.

He gave it to me, and I would go dance at the club while my mother was out with clients. I was making good tips, but it was still not enough to cover the cost of the university, so one night he came and made me a proposition after a group of guys who were having a party at their place ordered some girls, and I agreed to go.

He told me that we were just going to dance for the guys, nothing more. When we got there, we were given alcohol, and because I was nervous since it was my first time going out, I drank and took what the guys gave us. From there, everything was easy, and the next thing I knew, I was naked in one of the guy's arms, and I was not a virgin anymore. I later learned that his name was Kayden Berrigan.

After that, Vince forced me to go out again, but I was scared. It hurt so much when I woke up that I couldn’t walk properly for two days after that, and the thought of someone just having their way with me traumatized me.

When he started threatening me, I told my mother, and we ran away. We took a train and just rode it until the end of the line, and that’s where we met Ayesha Ortiz.

My mom had her first seizure on the train, and Ayesha was one of the few people left. She came to help me make sure mom didn't hurt herself and when we got off the train the seizures had stopped but Ayesha offered us a ride to the hospital to have my mother checked out.

Mom refused to go, and that’s when I told her that we couldn’t afford to go to the hospital because, with the little money we had, we wanted to rent a place where we could spend the night.

She told us she stayed alone in her apartment, and she gave us a place to stay the night. She also told me about the club where she worked as a dancer, and I felt like it was a sign.

She promised she would speak with her boss, and after she did, I got a job, but two months later I discovered that I was pregnant and had to stop. She helped me get a job at a spa, and that’s where I worked until I gave birth.

After that, I went back to the club because they were paying double what I got at the spa, including the tips. When Ayesha’s neighbor moved out, Mom and I moved out of Ayesha’s place and into our own place, and from there, life looked up for us.

From the money I made at the club, I was able to look after Mom, Kay, and me. I named him after his father because I wanted him to have something that belonged to him, even if I was too scared to come forward with him.

Mom told me that Vince forced the girls who fell pregnant on the job to terminate because he didn’t want any blowback from the clients, and that was another thing that scared me. I didn’t want him to find out that I had gotten pregnant on the job and come after us. I never told anyone who Kay’s father was until eight months ago when I told Ayesha. I told her my story, including that Kyra Sultan was not my real name.

My real name is Nea Villatoro.